Wednesday, August 30, 2006

My open wounds just seem to bleed with every newbreath a bit moremy open eyes dont seem to care about the light that once captivated themI sit here and I wonder, whats my next step going to be

I'm not hurt, yet the scars dont seem to heal, they remain as the very first dayIsn't it ironic ? This denial I have to faceNonsense.. A stir of echos, a void of lust, words coming out that I cannot explain

If I could run away and cry, if I could turn back time and hide, I would..not because I'm scared, but for the mere satisfaction of itI want to shut the images in my head from becoming dreams I want

Dreams come true they say, I yet dont feel it that wayI believe, I conceive the ideas.. I, as well, have desires of what may come and what may beBut does it happen ?

Constant wonders deep within, a struggle of emotionswithout an explicit reply I am the one that takes the time to calm myselfLonely, I know.. But at least I got that, I got..Me

Trust no one, love no one I have heard more that onceand I wonder, how can people go through life feeling that way, acting that wayAnd it hits me, I am no one to question and less of a presence to ask for change

I just exist, I overlook.. and exploreI am and I let them be.. I learn...